Every muscle in her body goes rigid. She turns to me slowly and I almost expect not to recognize her. As if she’s been possessed by some vengeful spirit.
But she looks at me and… it’s still Viviana.
Her eyes are swollen from crying, but they’re as green as they’ve ever been. Her mouth is twisted into a scowl, but her lower lip is ever-so-slightly fuller than the top.
She’s the woman I love—and she’s a wreck.
I stand in the doorway, my arms opened wide. “Take it out on me.” Her brows pinch together and I wave her forward. “Whatever you’re feeling, malysh, let it out on me.”
Viviana is frozen in the middle of the room for only a second. Then she launches herself at me.
From the moment I woke up alone in bed, walked across the hall, and found Dante’s room empty, I’ve hated Mikhail.
Fin
